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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.