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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
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.