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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cramps to the crunk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Lower 48,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.