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 Armenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 electroclash 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 808 and a guitar 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?
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.