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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.