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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.