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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.