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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.