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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Main Source,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.