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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
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.