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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Mummies to the disco 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.