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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Monks,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.