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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
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,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.