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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.