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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.