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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.