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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Pussy Galore to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.