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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.