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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.