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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.