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 Honduras and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.