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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
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,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.