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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.