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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.