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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.