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 Angola and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the jazz 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.