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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.