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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.