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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.