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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.