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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.