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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.