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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
MC5,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.