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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.