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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Heaven 17 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.