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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.