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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 The Smiths 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.