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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.