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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Zapp to the funk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
The Move,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.