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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.