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 Denmark and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
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,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.