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 Korea South and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.