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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.