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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.