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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.