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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.