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 Morocco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
the Germs,
the Swans,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.