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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Roxette,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.