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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.