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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camouflage to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.