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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.