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 Latvia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monochrome Set to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.