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 Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
MC5,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.