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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
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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.