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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kenny Larkin 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
JFA,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.