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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the funk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Mars,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.