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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.