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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Gong,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.