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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
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,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.