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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 The Martian to the grime 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.