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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.