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 Antigua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.