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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.