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 Nepal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 D'Angelo to the grime 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
the Association,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.