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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.