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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.