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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.