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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.