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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
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,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Can,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.