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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.