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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a theremin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
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.