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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.