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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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?
Ten City,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.