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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.