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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.