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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.