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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Nico to the rock 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.