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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.