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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.