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 El Salvador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.