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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.