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 Kuwait 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 theremin 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
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,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.