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 Japan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Unwound,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.