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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.