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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Doors to the jazz 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.