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 Argentina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.