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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.