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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.