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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.