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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Magma 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
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,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.