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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.