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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
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.