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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the jazz 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.