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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
PIL,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.