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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the funk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
MDC,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.