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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.