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 Singapore and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.