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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.