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 Mauritania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the funk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Visage,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.