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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the funk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.