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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.