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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas 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?
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Supertramp,
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.