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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an organ 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
ABC,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.