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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
The Litter,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.