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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
The Names,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.