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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.