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 Kenya 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.