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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
The Remains,
Nas,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.