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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.