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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.