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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.