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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
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 Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
ABC,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.