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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.