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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
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,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.