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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.