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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Massinfluence to the disco 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
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,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.