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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.