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 Singapore and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Alphaville to the funk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Symarip,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.