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 Gabon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Symarip to the jazz 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.