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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Names to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.