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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
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,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.