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 Chad and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
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,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.