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 Iran and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.