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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 a guitar and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Index,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.