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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.