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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.