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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.