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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.