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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
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,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Index,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.