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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the techno 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.