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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Kinks to the disco 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
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,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Wings,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.