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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.