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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.