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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.