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 Iceland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.