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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 UT to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Liliput,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
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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.