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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Wings,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.