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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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?
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Q65,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.