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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.