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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.