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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 sitar 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Faust,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
The Doors,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.