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 Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the grime 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Nico,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.