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 Panama and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.