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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.