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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.