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 Syria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.