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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the rock 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.