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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Faust,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Can,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.