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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.