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 Laos and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.