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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.