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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Human League to the punk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.