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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
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,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.