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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.