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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.