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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.