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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.