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 Cameroon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Q65,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Chrome,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
PIL,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
UT,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.