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 Andorra and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the electroclash 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
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,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.