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 Thailand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
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,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.