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 Haiti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.