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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.