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 Botswana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Swans,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.