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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
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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.