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 Korea South and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.