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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
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,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.