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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 June Days to the punk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.