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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.