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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Swans,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.