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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.