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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.