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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.