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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Slave,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.