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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Fatback Band to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.