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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.