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 Moldova and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.