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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 The Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.