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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Pantytec,
CMW,
The Cure,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.