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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.