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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Nico,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.