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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.