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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.