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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.