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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the 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.