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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.