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 Azerbaijan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Niagra,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.