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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
JFA,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.