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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.