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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.