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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.