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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Marc Almond to the grime 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
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.