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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a guitar 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 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?
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.