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 Jordan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.