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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
DNA,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Q65,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.