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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.