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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.