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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
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,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.