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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Gories to the techno 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.