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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.