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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the grime 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Television,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.