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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.