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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the grime 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.