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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Scientists to the rock 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.