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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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?
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
JFA,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
UT,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.