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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.