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 Lithuania 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
UT,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.