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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.