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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.