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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 New York and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s 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 Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
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,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
X-101,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.