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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.