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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.