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 Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Liliput,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.