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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.