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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
the Germs,
The Index,
Liliput,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.