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 France and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
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,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.