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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
UT,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.