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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 rhodes 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a güiro 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.