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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.