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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.