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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Man Parrish to the funk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.