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 Mexico and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.