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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.