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 Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
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.