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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Kayak,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.