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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.