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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
The Names,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.