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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ronan 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Wire,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.