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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.