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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.