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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
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The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.