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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Youth Brigade to the grime 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
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,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.