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 Belgium and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 T. Rex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.