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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.