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 Lithuania 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
CMW,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.