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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
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.