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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Roy Ayers to the rap 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 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?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Ossler,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.