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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.