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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.