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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
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,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.