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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.