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 Malawi and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Gichy Dan to the punk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Nas,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.