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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Graham Central Station to the rap 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
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,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.