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 Fiji and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.