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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Smog,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.