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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.