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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.