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 Antigua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
the Association,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.