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 Morocco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.