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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Second Layer to the techno 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Television,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Magma,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.