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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Motorama to the techno 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Television,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.