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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Wire,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
New Order,
the Human League,
Franke,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.