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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
UT,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.