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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.