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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.