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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.