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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Doors to the disco 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 The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.