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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.