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 Venezuela and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.