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 Burkina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 the Human League to the rap 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.