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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
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,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.