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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.