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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.