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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.