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 Australia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the crunk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.