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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
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,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.