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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vogues to the funk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.