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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Fat Boys to the rap 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Brick,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.