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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.