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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 DJ Style to the punk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.