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 Chad and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Franke,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
MDC,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.