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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Toasters to the punk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.