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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Can,
Pole,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.