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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.