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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.