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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
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.