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 Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Searchers to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.