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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.