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 Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.