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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Victims to the electroclash 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.