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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
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 Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.