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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Fear,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.