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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.