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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.