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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Audionom to the jazz 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men 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 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 an oboe and an organ 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.