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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the grime 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
the Swans,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.