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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.