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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
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the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.