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 Senegal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Slave,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
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.