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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.