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 Burundi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Dead C to the grunge 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.