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 Qatar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.