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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a marimba 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Sparks,
Q65,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.