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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.