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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.