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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Second Layer to the electroclash 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.