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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Wings,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.