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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.