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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.