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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Au Pairs to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
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.