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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Bill Near,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.