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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.