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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.