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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.