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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.