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 United States and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Can,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.