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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 X-102 to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.