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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the crunk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Monolake,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.