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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.