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 Moldova and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.