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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Misunderstood to the techno 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.