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 Benin and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 K-Klass to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
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.