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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Can,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.