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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.