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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cymande to the crunk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
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.