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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.