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 Zambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.