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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the funk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.