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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.