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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
AZ,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.