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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Wire,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.