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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.