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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Crooked Eye to the punk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.