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 Gambia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Deakin,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.