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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Krayola to the crunk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Neu!,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.