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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.