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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
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,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.