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 Australia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.