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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the funk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.