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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.