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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.