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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a 808 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.