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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hashim 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.