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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the disco 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Icehouse,
X-101,
the Swans,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.