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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.