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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 an organ 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Can,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.