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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 June Days to the grime 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.