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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime 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 Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.