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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.