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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
DNA,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
JFA,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
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.