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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the funk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.