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 Suriname and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.