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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the dance 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.