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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 The Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Green. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.