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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.