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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.