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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
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,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.