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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Nico,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.