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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.