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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
John Cale,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.