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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the dance 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.