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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Newcleus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.