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 Brazil and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Smog,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.