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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.