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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
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,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.