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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Techniques to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
UT,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.