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 Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.