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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Can,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Q65,
Monolake,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.