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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the disco 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.