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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
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,
UT,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.