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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 clarinet 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.