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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
UT,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.