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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the grime 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
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,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.