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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shadows of Knight 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.