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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.