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 Andorra and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '90s.
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 Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
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,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.