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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
UT,
Neu!,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.