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 Chad and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.