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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.