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 Romania 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Masters at Work to the funk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Niagra,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.