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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brand Nubian to the techno 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
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,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.