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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
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,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Pagans,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.