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 Togo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.