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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.