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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Parry Music to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.