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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Techniques,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Crime,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
June Days,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.