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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
X-102,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.