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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.