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 Thailand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the crunk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.