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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
X-102,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.