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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 harpsichord 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.