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 Brazil and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Deepchord to the grime 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.