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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.