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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.