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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.