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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.