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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.