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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Slave,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.