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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
The Index,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Index,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.