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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.