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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.