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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
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