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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Maurizio to the techno 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.