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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Faust,
Lyres,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.