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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.