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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
AZ,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
10cc,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.