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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 The Fugs to the punk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.