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 Norway and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Cymande,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.