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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
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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.