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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.