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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Index to the dance 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.