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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.