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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.