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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.