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 Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Television to the jazz 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.