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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.