Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Andrew Hill to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.