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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
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,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Moebius,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
MC5,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.