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 Germany and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Birthday Party to the punk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.