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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 American Breed to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.