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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the rap 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
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,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.