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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Negative Approach to the techno 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.