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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 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?
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.