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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Sonics to the punk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Techniques,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.