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 Bulgaria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
The Saints,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.