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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Harmonia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.