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 the UAE and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
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.