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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.