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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.