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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 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?
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.