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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Crime,
The American Breed,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.