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 Mauritania 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.