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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.