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 Benin and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.