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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.