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 Uganda and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.