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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a snare 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.