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 Moldova and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marine Girls to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.