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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.