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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Can,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.