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 Afghanistan 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.