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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.