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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Swans,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.