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 Korea South and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.