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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.