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 Oman and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hoover to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
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 Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.