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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
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.