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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 cv313 to the funk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
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,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Jandek,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.