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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.