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 Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Excepter to the grunge 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.