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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.