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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.