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 Singapore and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.