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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.