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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.