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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.