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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.