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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.