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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.