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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Faust,
The Monks,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Gong,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.