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 India and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a sitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.