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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.