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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
ABC,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.