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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Nas,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
JFA,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.