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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.