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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the funk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.