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 Tunisia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.