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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 a guitar and an oboe 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.