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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
MDC,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.