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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 güiro 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.