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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.