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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.