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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 This Heat to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.