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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.