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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
the Association,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.