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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
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.