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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.