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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.