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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.