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 Liberia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.