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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.