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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.