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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the grime 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a theremin 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.