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 Barbados and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.