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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.