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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.