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 Angola and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.