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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Magma,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.