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 Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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?
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.