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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.