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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.