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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the rap 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.