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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Victims to the punk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.