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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang of Four to the grunge 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.