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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 The Cramps to the punk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.