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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.