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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.