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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 spring reverb 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.