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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
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,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Crime,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
The Standells,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.