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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
The Doors,
Little Man,
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.