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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.