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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
CMW,
ABC,
The Gories,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.