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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
The Martian,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.