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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.