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 Malawi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.