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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.