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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.