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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Index to the funk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Japan,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.