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 Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.