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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
X-102,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
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.