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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.