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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the grime 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Organ,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.