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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a 808 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.