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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Bologna and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.