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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the punk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.