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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
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.