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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Swans,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.