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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.