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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.