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 Bahrain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Q and Not U to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Wire,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Erasure,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Magma,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.