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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
New Order,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
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.