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 United States and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Nico,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.