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 United States and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 K-Klass to the rap 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 a rhodes and a sitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.